Best Dedicationold Poems
These old boots have seen their better days.
But day after day, they continue to amaze
Their part of me, as surely as my own two feet.
They’ve packed me around through
the rain, snow, mud and heat.
Thy are not as shiny or new as some.
But they still are getting the job done.
They are old and worn, but they’ve yet to fail me.
And if they could talk, oh the story they’d tell me.
They damn sure ain’t much to look at anymore.
Their scuffed, scratched and weather wore.
They’ve stood on concrete and splashed in the mud.
And at the end of the day kicked aside with a heavy thud.
They fit just right and their mine even if the are old.
They kept my feet dry and out of the cold.
Even though the time to buy a new pair has done past.
They make me wish all things were made to last.
Their tougher than the leather their made of.
And worn with pride and a strange sense of love.
Sarah D Comstock
10-06-2009
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WE ALWAYS WILL REMEMBER WHEN
THEY DIDN'T LIKE US WAY BACK THEN
BUT THE OLD WAYS FADE SOMEHOW
AND THEY REALLY DO LIKE US NOW
NOTHING BUT A BUNCH OF KIDS
JUST DOING WHAT WE'RE TOLD
WE NEVER HEARD OF VIETNAM
JUST TAKING ORDERS FROM THE MAN
MOST DIDN'T LIKE US WAY BACK THEN
AND COMING BACK FELT LIKE A SIN
WE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT WE DID
TO MAKE THEM MAD AT A BUNCH A KIDS
BUT THE OLD WAYS FADE SOMEHOW
AND THEY REALLY DO LIKE US NOW
NOW AT BARS AND GAMES
AT STORES AND PICNICS TOO
WE WEAR OUR HATS TO SHOW OUR STANCE
FOR WHAT WE DID FOR YOU
AND NOW THEY STOP AND SAY
WITH SOME SORROW AND DISMAY
THANK YOU SIR FOR WHAT YOU DID
WAY BACK WHEN YOU WERE JUST A KID
YES THE OLD WAYS CHANGE SOMEHOW
AND THEY SURE AS HECK LIKE US NOW
AND YES, WE REALLY DO APPRECIATE THAT
O YES, WE TRULY DO APPRECIATE THAT
AND YES THE OLD WAYS FADE SOMEHOW
AND YES THEY TRULY DO LOVE US NOW
i wait for grandpa, with his steps slow as a turtles, i listen bye and bye, but the voices
hollow, we walk and talk, and i hear his voice shake, we laugh and flock, as we pass the
old tank...
he tells me stories about the past, like how he met grandma, and fell in love with her,
when he shouldn't have, and whispers the beginnings, to each new ones, and loudly
tightens, to the action....
i walk in strides and wait for him, as he coughs and takes his napkin, then we carry on
like nothing happened, but all of us know his life is in stake, but he's just to good to
let us worry, he says, i grow old, switching from a young girl to a woman, i grow wiry and
have children of my own, and through all this time grandpa smiles to me, it radiates off
him in reassuring waves, to communicate between us that he's ok... but i now have
grandchildren and he is very old, older than a tree that grows, or the sand on the ground,
or the sky's blue, or the air that passes, or the moon that glows for each new night, or
the sun that brightens to each delight, so old he becomes untill he is shriveled, and
feels nothing but his neck up, so old that time has just stopped, then in those quick
seconds he dies in his sleep, so quick the call rings to me, so quickly i pick up the
phone in a haste, so quickly i run to his burying place, so quickly he's covered with
ground, so quickly i let the tears roll down, and in the quick moments you think of your
slow ones, so slowly it makes you giggle and laugh, at all those good times, and so slowly
it reminds you that he'll be with you till u die, so slowly you think and stop to sigh, so
slowly the days tumble bye, then so slowly your taking his hand, and so slowly you've gone
to heaven, so slowly you say when you meet god, he whispers then nods, and you both look
down towards the earth and relive the moment that most people thinks the worst, but you've
just got to believe that out there somewhere, there's an angel waiting for you there...
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A TIRED OLD MAN
>
> I CAME ACROSS A MAN ONE DAY
> WHILE WALKING ON LIFES ROAD,
> HE LOOKED SO SAD AND LONELY
> AS IF CARRYING A HEAVY LOAD
>
> I STOPPED TO SAY HELLO TO HIM
> AS WE STROLLED THERE SIDE BY SIDE,
> AND ASK HIM WHAT HIS TROUBLE WAS
> AND IN ME HE COULD CONFIDE.......
>
> HE TOLD ME THE STORY OF HIS LIFE
> AND HOW HE LOST HIS PRECIOUS WIFE,
> NOW HE IS LEFT ALL ON HIS OWN
> THATS WHY HE FELT SO ALL ALONE...
>
> THE TEARS BEGAN TO FLOW SO FREE
> AS HE BEGAN TO TALK SO CLEAR
> NO ONE EVEN BOTHERED TO CARE
> ABOUT THIS OLD MAN,CRYING HERE
>
>
> I ASKED HIM THEN TO BE MY FRIEND
> AND I WOULD LOVE HIM TO THE END,
> WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS FOR ME
> HE SEEMED LIKE HE COULD NOT SEE....
>
> SO I TOLD HIM OF MY JESUS
> HOW HE CAME TO SAVE MY SOUL,
> AND I HAD FOUND A FRIEND IN HIM
> WORTH MORE THEN ANY GOLD....
>
> THE OLD MAN SMILED,AND LOOKED AT ME
> AS WE STROLLED ALONG THE WAY,
> AND PROMISED HE WOULD KEEP IN TOUCH
> EACH AND EVERY DAY......
>
> DEAR LORD I CRIED AS I BOWED MY HEAD
> PLEASE LOOK AFTER MY FRIEND,
> SEND YOUR ANGELS TO GUIDE HIM
> UNTIL HIS JOURNEY ENDS....
>
>
> WRITTEN BY ANN HAR
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